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Hello!
You rock my kneesocks off for having a FOB fanfic contest! & without an entry fee!

I hope this pastes from MS Word into this PM okay. It's also posted at fandomination.net.

Thank you for your time! -UnfitSmiley

00: Info You Should Know
Title: Wow
Author: UnfitSmiley
Genre: Romance
Crossovers: Panic! At the Disco, various other musicians
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic Sex

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, NONE OF IT EVER HAPPENED, I DO NOT OWN PETE WENTZ OR FOB OF P!ATD, I DO HOWEVER OWN CLAIRE AND SARAH, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

01: The Masquerade Ball
Pete sunk down in the middle of the dance floor and laid down.
Claire stomped her foot and said, "Pete, get your a** off that floor."
Pete sat up and put his hands on his black tights-covered legs. He was wearing a fitted black shirt, thick black tights, and no shoes. His girlfriend of 1 year, Claire, was wearing a simple black tank-top and skirt.
Pete looked up at her and she offered him a hand up. He took it and then pulled her down. "Hey!" she shrieked. She gave in and sat down across from him.
"The ball is tonight Peter. We need to practice."
"But we've been at it for two hours and I'm dead tired," he whined.
"Well...I want it to be perfect. Run through it all with me one last time and then we're done. Okay?"
"Alright," he agreed.
They took their first position and Pete said "go." Andrew, a kind of hyper 31 year-old they'd hired as their dance teacher started their music, and Pete put his remaining strength into making it perfect. They flowed through the movements and 30 minutes later they stopped, she curtsied, he bowed, Andre started clapping, and Claire hugged Pete tightly and they grinned at each other. Andre skipped across the room and hugged them both.
"We'll see you at the ball tonight Andre?" Pete asked.
"Yes; I'm looking forward to it," Andre confirmed.
"Sweet. We'll see you there then," Claire said as her and Pete walked out.
"Later man," Pete called over his shoulder as they walked through the small empty parking lot and got in Claire's silver Grand Am.

Claire pulled up in front of FOB's shared LA house.
"So are you coming back here with me after the ball?" Pete asked.
"Umm, I dunno Pete," she started.
"I talked to the guys about how they need to stop bursting in on us, and they finally acknowledged that we aren't having sex," he said, trying to persuade her.
"Well..." she hesitated.
"Yet," he grinned mischievously.
"Hey!" she laughed, "Alright. Of course I'll come." She leaned over and kissed him before he got out of the car.
"I love you Claire."
"I love you too Peter."
"See you tonight."
"Until then," she called after him, and when he looked back at her she blew him a kiss, and he mimed catching it and holding it to his heart.

Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco were hosting a huge Masquerade Ball at a mansion just outside of LA that they were renting for the night. Entrance to the party was by invitation only, and invitation holders were welcome to bring up to 5 guests. The ladies were to wear traditional ball gowns and the gentlemen wore traditional ball attire and embellished tuxedos. And of course, everyone had a matching mask.

Claire had opted not to arrive early with the boys, and was instead going to arrive with her best friend, and Patrick's date, Sarah.
Claire was so excited as she and Sarah got dressed in the small white house she and Sarah shared while attending UCLA. They were both in their last year of journalism and were both 23.

The white limo Claire & Sarah arrived in rolled up to the gates and a hired guard in a tux knocked on Claire's window and she rolled it down and showed him the invitation. He gave the thumbs up to another guard who waved the driver on. Another man in a tux opened the door when the limo stopped in front of a gorgeous white mansion. The walked up the stairs and were greeted by Patrick, Brendon, Andy, Joe, and Ryan. Patrick offered Sarah his arm and they strode off into the ballroom.
Brendon said to Claire, "You could wait for Pete if you want."
She said mischievously, "No, we placed a bet on how long it would take him to find me. I say more than an hour, he says less."
Brendon smiled back and said, "Then may I offer you my arm, M'lady?"
"Thank you kind sir," Claire responded with a grin.
As they entered the ballroom, Brendon whispered in her ear, "I wager Mr. Wentz will be quite jealous if he sees us on his way back out."
Claire replied, "I wager you're right."
Brendon whispered in her ear, seeing Pete out of the corner of his eye, "Care to dance, M'lady?"
Claire also saw Pete watching them as he went back to the foyer and she whispered back, "I'd love to, thanks."

After her dance with Brendon, she found Sarah at the refreshment table, where they were approached by twins Benji and Joel Madden (of Good Charlotte), who asked them to dance. Claire was almost positive that she danced with Joel, but she wasn't quite sure.
Then Tony Lovato asked her for a dance and said to her after he bowed at the end, "You and Pete are a good couple; you both have nice asses," and then walked off.
Then Ryan Ross appeared and asked her for a dance. Claire said yes and (as they danced) asked if they were done escorting.
He answered, "Well, each of us had to escort one more lady. Patrick, then Spencer, then Pete were behind me."
She was then serenaded by Patrick for three songs when Pete tapped Patrick's shoulder. "If I may, steal this dance, m'lady, kind sir?"
Patrick bowed to Claire and she curtsied to them both, and then Pete bowed to her and took her in his arms and they started dancing.
"49 minutes," he grinned, "I win."
"Shut up," she hissed playfully, "and dance."
They went through an amazing whirlwind of heated movements and dance steps before the song ended-with Pete dipping her back and kissing her as he brought her back up.
"You're amazing," she smiled earnestly at him.
"No, you are. Amazing and gorgeous. I love your dress. We match," he grinned. That innocent smile of hers drove him crazy.
"Thank you," she blushed, "You're quite fetching yourself, Mr. Wentz."
"Thank you darling," he grinned mischievously before offering refreshment and leading her to a table.

Her dress was black in the typical ball gown style: strapless, cup-like style, then slimmed down with a triangular waist, connected to a billowing black skirt that had tatters in it. Beneath the tatters in the black a gorgeous maroon color shown through. Underneath was a corset, as Pete would later find out. She wore a maroon mask and heels. Pete's tux, as she'd known before hand, was black corduroy with maroon embellishments and a maroon silk shirt.

An hour and a half after their first dance, at 11:15 PM, Pete quit his table-to-table-to-dance floor-and-back mingling and found Claire talking fashion with Lance Bass. He joined in the convo and then asked Claire for a dance, and then as the song ended he said, "Claire, I need you to make a covert escape with me into a back room for a few minutes."
"For shame, Peter, making a booty call at this supposedly decent ball you're hosting."
She feigned disappointment in him but his laughing was contagious and they were both hysterical as he pulled her through a door into what appeared to be a pretty, old-fashioned sitting room. Pete held her hands as they stood facing each other in the center of the room.
"Well, I've always imagined that at this moment I would launch into the most important speech of my life, but in the mirror it sounded so cliche, but I hope you can hear how heartfelt it is."
He paused. She waited.
"Well, here goes. I love you so much Claire Elizabeth Piper, and I have undying unconditional love for you that I could never have for anyone else. I want you to be forever mine, and I forever yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
He got down on one knee and pulled a black velvet box from his pocket.
She gasped.
He held the box open and it contained a stunning silver diamond engagement ring.
"Will you marry me?"
A million thoughts were racing through their heads, along the lines of:
Pete: OMG what if I totally messed up? If she doesn't love me as much as I love her? Why is she hesitating?
Claire: He loves me this much? Am I ready for this? Why am I taking so long to say yes?

After what was really less than 5 seconds, she started to cry and said, "Yes! Absolutely!" She wiped away the tears of joy and held out her hand for Pete to put the ring on. "Wow," she breathed.
He stood. "Wow is right."
They stood solemnly and then both broke into dazzling smiles.
"We're engaged!"
"We're getting married!"
"Yeah!"
"I love you!"
"I love you too!"
Then they kissed hard and passionately. After that, it was back to one word from both of them. "Wow."

They returned to the party holding hands and stayed that way until midnight.

At midnight, Dirty, the DJ and "general manager" of the party said into the microphone from his position at the top of the steps, "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you all have been having a lovely evening. Could you all please clear the middle of the dance floor so that your hosts may take the floor."
Everybody moved back and looked curiously at the hosts, who were standing around the edges.
Dirty announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you: Brendon Urie, and his girlfriend Marissa Thompson," each couple took their position on the floor as he called their name, "Patrick Stump and his date Sarah Nelson; Jon Walker and his date Lara Samuelson; Joseph Trohman and his girlfriend Mary Crandall; Spencer Smith and his date Cara Williamson; Andy Hurley and his girlfriend Maggie Volz; Ryan Ross and his girlfriend Abby Meehan; Peter Wentz and his betrothed," he paused as people gasped and then continued, "yes, that means fiance, Claire Piper."

Each couple took their exact positions and then Dirty hit play. They began to fly, totally synchronized, through an amazing series of movements that made up one huge and absolutely spectacular dance. It ended with a low dip of the women and a short kiss before they stood, the men bowed, the women curtsied, and their guests went wild. Then Pete & Claire ascended the stairs hand in hand and Pete said into the microphone, "We would like to thank Andre, or dance teacher, for teaching us to move like that in three short months. You're amazing Andre. Wave!" Andre shyly waved his hand and the crowd cheered. Then Pete said, "Claire and I would officially like to announce our engagement." He paused for the applause. "Now please, stay as long as you like and enjoy yourselves."

Pete and Claire descended the stairs and began dancing again, and later sat down at a table and mingled among the guests. At about 3AM, Pete whispered to Claire, "Are you ready to go?"
Claire looked at him. "Well, yes. But we can stay if you want."
He grinned at her mischievously and said, "No. Let's go."
So he offered her his arm and they said their goodbyes and then left in a limo that Pete had waiting.
He scooted closer to her in the seat and said softly, "I love you Claire."
She breathed back, "I love you too Peter."
He closed the distance between their mouths and kissed her softly on the lips, but as the seconds passed it became more and more passionate. When it ended, the one-word comments returned.
"Wow."
They whispered simultaneously, and at the same moment the limo stopped in front of the Fall Out Boy house. The driver opened the door for them and Pete led Claire inside and upstairs to his room. When they got to his door he said, "Close your eyes."
She did it without question. He opened the door and then whispered, "Open them."
Vases of maroon and white candles and roses were placed sporadically around the room along with rose petals all over the place. The scent of sugar cookies filled the air and she heard soft music playing in the background.
"Peter, this is so beautiful," she gasped.
"I'm glad you like it," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"How'd you manage to get this done?" she asked.
"A certain friend *cough*Patrick*cough," he answered.
"Oh I see," she laughed, "your convo with him about not walking in on us went into further detail than previously said." He laughed too.
Then she stood nervously in the doorway and finally said in the mocking sarcastic old-fashioned tone they'd used all evening, "What exactly are your intentions tonight, Mr. Wentz?"
He said softly, "We're going to celebrate our engagement. And I was hoping that tonight would be the night where I make love to you for your first time-and we make love for our first time. But if you're not ready, or you want to wait, I completely understand."
She whispered, "You're so sweet."
He said softly, "Not as sweet as you."
She said, "I want you to make love to me, for us to make love. Now." She turned and grinned at him and found him grinning back.
Then he said, eyes twinkling, "May I help you out of your dress m'lady?"
She laughed and said, "Yes thank you, kind sir."
He slowly unzipped the dress and it fell. "Wow." He found himself unable to stop his staring and his blush. She grinned wider; she was left in a corset and small black panties. "Go hang my dress up," she told him as she sat on his bed and removed her heels and jewelry. After hanging her dress up, he took off his tux and hung it up, leaving him in boxes. He moved up to her on the bed and gently laid on top of her and asked, "Are you sure?"
She smiled shyly at him. "Absolutely."
They both moved to clear the distance between their lips and what started as gentle kissing turned into hard passionate making out. Claire's hands were roaming Pete's upper half, and then Peter pulled away and untied her corset and tossed it away. He started kissing her neck as his hands roamed, and he got to her nipples with his mouth and she let out a soft moan and arched her back. He grinned and continued his actions. And after a little while, his hands wandered into her panties and started outlining her c**t. She arched against him and he took that as a cue to take her panties off.
She shivered as Pete's hands gently started to trace circles on her thighs. "Pete, c'mon already," she softly moaned arching against his hand. In a split second he was rubbing her c**t firmly with his hand. She let out a moan and rocked against him as his fingers teased her.
"Pete stop."
Immediately his hands ceased movement and he looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
She grinned, "No silly. I don't want to come until you're inside of me."
"Alright," he said and kissed her.
She impulsively stuck her hand in his boxers and he jerked, surprised by the motion. Then he went back to kissing her as she pushed his boxers down. She stroked him until he was rock hard and then Pete took her hands in his to stop her. He reached over to the bedside table and got a condom, but she stopped him, reminding him that she took birth control pills to regulate her period.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked with concern and passion blazing in his eyes.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"I love you Claire. And if anything hurts or you're uncomfortable or whatever-be sure to tell me to stop. Promise?"
She smiled, "I promise Peter. And I love you too."
"Alright." He smiled and kissed her gently and then she felt him spread her legs and slowly start pushing himself into her. It hurt, and she bit her lip until it hurt too much and she hissed, "******** Pete. It hurts."
He grimaced as he looked at her face, scrunched up in pain. "Do you want me to stop?"
She hesitated and said, "No, keep going."
He slowly resumed and finally stopped and just kissed her once he was all the way in.
"How big are you?" she whispered.
"9 inches," he blushed.
"Mmhmm," she whispered as she shifted around underneath him and then smiled weakly, "you can keep going now."
He said softly, "We don't have to do this."
She replied, "I want to, I swear."
He said okay and kissed her gently as he started to pull back out and then played with her c**t to distract her from the pain. He pulled out and pushed back in again, and she remained mostly unmoving, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and she kept kissing him back. As he pushed back in the third time, he felt her hips rock against him and he broke the kiss and stared at her as he kept the slow pace up and she smiled as she rocked her hips up to meet his.
"It doesn't hurt anymore Peter. It's starting to feel good," she whispered.
He grinned back and said, "Glad to hear it."
A few thrusts later she said, "Faster please? Pick up the speed Peter."
He smiled at her and said, "As you wish m'lady."
She laughed and it changed to a moan as he hit her spot more firmly than before. "Peter please," she moaned.
"Please what?" he was grinning.
"Fasterharder," she begged.
He kissed her and obeyed, hitting her spot harder and faster than before. She moaned into his mouth and the sensations made him moan.
"So ******** tight," he panted.
A few seconds later she said, "So ******** close."
"Me too."
"On three?" she asked.
"One," he thrusted in. "Two," he thrusted in again. "Three," he thrusted in and exploded as he felt her let go too.
He collapsed and kissed her lips. "You are so ******** amazing Claire."
She grinned mischievously, "In bed or in general?"
He laughed, "Both." She pushed some fallen hair out of his eyes and smiled, "I was just thinking the same thing about you, Peter Pan."

02: Tight Girl Pants
-6 months later-

The weekend before the wedding, on Friday night, Patrick, Andy, Joe, P!ATD and some other friends of Pete's were throwing him a bachelor party, and Claire's girlfriends were taking her out on a "girl's night out."
The bachelor party was happening at the FOB house. Pete & Claire had moved into their own house on the same block. Pete walked down to the FOB house after a white limo full of girls "kidnapped" Claire from him.

"Where are you taking me?" Claire asked.
"Two stops and then back to your place," Sarah conceded, "but you'll have to wait and see."

The first stop turned out to be a classy mall where the girls helped Claire pick out a couple classy dresses and some outrageous "intimates" to make Pete happy (in his pants). The girls chipped in and then they left in the limo. Stop 2 was a sex toy store, where Claire ended up walking out with a pocket rocket, a bigger vibrator, and a thong with a vibrator inside it and a remote control. The other girls also secretly bought a tape called "How To Strip For Your Man" and a collapsible pole.
They went back to Claire's house and all the girls stripped down to their bra and underwear and Claire was forced into the vibrating thong, with Sarah wielding the remote. They watched the girl on the video strip as she pole-danced and then revealed to Claire that their final present for her was a collapsible pole. They set it up and made her repeat the routine, minus actually stripping (but mimicking it), until she had it down and the girls then piped up "Where's your passion Claire?" and "Act like you're enjoying it!" And then Sarah said, "Let's see if this helps. Go." She pressed the button on the remote and Claire groaned as she went through the routine with a slowly building orgasm. Sarah turned the vibrator off and opened up her laptop and said "Let's check up on the boys." She and Patrick had discreetly placed a web cam and a laptop in a corner of the room where Pete and his friends were partying. The girls watched as the boys played pool and just messed around, and then a hooker walked in and asked, "Which one is he? Am I late?"
Joe spoke up, "No, it's Pete." And everyone but Pete left the room.
Pete sighed at her. "They got me a hooker?" he said to himself.
She heard and cocked and eyebrow. "I guess so."
He sighed again, "How much do I owe you?"
She smiled, "I was prepaid."
He frowned, "Great. Thanks. Leave."
She frowned and stormed out and the guys reentered the room.
"Why the ******** did you do that?" Pete hissed in Patrick's direction.
"So Claire could see how dedicated you are. Wave to the camera." Patrick pointed at the laptop and the web cam.
Pete shoved Patrick playfully and muttered, "Jackasses." Then he blew a kiss at the camera and said, "I love you Claire!"
Sarah shut her laptop and said, "Well we girls are gonna go join the party. Are you coming or should we send your little Petey home?"
Claire laughed, "I want him home." She grabbed her phone off the table and called him.
"Claire!" he answered.
"Peter!" she replied.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"Home!" she answered.
"Be there in a minute," he said, "Time me!" and hung up.
She hung up and chuckled, looking at her analog watch, not really expecting him for a few minutes.

Pete saluted and said, "Goodbye boys, it's been grand, gotta run." He took off running and burst through the door of of his and Claire's house at exactly 43 seconds. Claire laughed as she watched him panting. "Wow."

She was sitting on the couch in her bra and underwear still and he straddled her and kissed her passionately. They didn't stop until they literally ran out of air and pulled away gasping. Pete pulled a small object out of his pocket and said, "I wonder what this does." He pressed the button and immediately Claire's hips bucked up against his. "s**t!" she said. He pressed the button again and she sighed. "What the ********?" he asked.
"Thong that vibrates," she said.
"Awesome," he said.
"So, I have a show for you," she said.
"Alright," he said raising his eyebrows.
She did her routine on the pole for him.
At the end, he had the biggest bulge possible for his tight girl pants. She straddled him and whispered, "Let's get you out of those tight, restraining, pants."
"Alright," was all he could manage.

03: What A Beautiful Wedding
The night before their wedding was extremely sensual for Pete and Claire. They had to go to bed early, and had crazy good sex at 7PM. And after that they just talked for 3 hours before falling asleep in each others' arms. The conversation ended with:
"I can't wait to see your dress."
"You'll love it." Claire smiled.
"I already know I'll love the woman in it."

And when he saw her for the first time the next morning, as she came down the aisle on her father's arm, face veiled, he grinned like an idiot. The dress was exactly like the one she'd worn on their engagement night to the masquerade only it was pure white with silver underneath (instead of black with maroon underneath). She was so gorgeous, and he could see her dazzling smile aimed at him from under the veil.

After the ceremony, a white limo took them to the reception which was being held at the same mansion the masquerade had been.

"Cut the cake already!" the guests yelled as Pete & Claire pondered how exactly they should cut the massive cake. And then everyone turned when they heard an extremely loud cough at the opposite end of the room. Brendon Urie had coughed into his microphone where Panic! had set up secretly in the back of the room. He said, "We have a song for the bride and groom..."
And the music for I Write Sins Not Tragedies started.

O, well imagine, as I'm dancing my way through the crowds at the ball and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding said a band mate to a bridesmaid, but what a shame, what a shame, they can't cut their goddamn cake. I chime in with the haven't you people ever heard of cutting the goddamn cake, no, it's much better to face that kind of thing with a good pair of hands and a knife. Oh, well in fact, I mean look at it this way, I mean technically the poor cake is saved, well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne, Oh! well in fact, I mean look at this way, I mean technically the poor cake is saved! Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne! Pour the champagne! I chime in with the haven't you people ever heard of cutting the goddamn cake, no, it's much better to face that kind of thing with a good pair of hands and a knife... Haven't you two ever heard of cutting the goddamn cake?

He yelled the last part and then said, "Go on guys! cut it!"
The guests turned back to Pete and Claire and watched as they just sliced it, and cut themselves a piece to share. They lifted forks to each other's mouth and then Pete said loudly, "Wait. Hey Brendon?"
Brendon stepped back up to the microphone. "Yeah?"
"What's the name of that song?" Pete asked.
Brendon grinned. "Don't you know Pete? It's called 'I Write Happy Endings.'"
Pete grinned and turned his head back to Claire.
Right as they put the forks in each others' mouths, Patrick, having taken over Pete's place as "official cam whore" took a picture. He grinned to himself and said, "Yeah, this is definitely gonna be labeled in Pete's album as I Write Happy Endings."

In the limo on the way home, they snuggled up to each other and Claire said, "Only one word describes this day, you, me, us, all of it."
The leaned in and kissed and then simultaneously said "Wow."

This isn't even that ******** the judges. neutral

I voted for a different fic. sad

okay. neutral

Yea, I think the winner probably should have been diferent.